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The Rangeland Avenger

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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rangeland Avenger, by Max BrandThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it,give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online atwww.gutenberg.netTitle: The Rangeland AvengerAuthor: Max BrandRelease Date: January 5, 2004 [EBook #10601]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RANGELAND AVENGER ***Produced by Suzanne Shell, Nick Thorp, Shon McCarley and PG Distributed ProofreadersTHE RANGELAND AVENGERBY MAX BRANDOriginally published in 1922 in Western Story Magazine under thetitle of THREE WHO PAID, written under the pseudonym of George OwenBaxter, and subsequently in book form under the title THE RANGELANDAVENGER in 1924.1Of the four men, Hal Sinclair was the vital spirit. In the actual labor of mining, the mighty arms and tireless back Of Quadehad been a treasure. For knowledge of camping, hunting, cooking, and all the lore of the trail, Lowrie stood as a valuableresource; and Sandersen was the dreamy, resolute spirit, who had hoped for gold in those mountains until he came tobelieve his hope. He had gathered these three stalwarts to help him to his purpose, and if he lived he would lead yetothers to failure.Hope never died in this tall, gaunt man, with a pale-blue eye the color of the horizon dusted with the first morning mist. Hewas the very spirit of lost ...
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Rangeland Avenger, by Max Brand This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: The Rangeland Avenger Author: Max Brand Release Date: January 5, 2004 [EBook #10601] Language: English *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE RANGELAND AVENGER *** Produced by Suzanne Shell, Nick Thorp, Shon McCarley and PG Distributed Proofreaders THE RANGELAND AVENGER BY MAX BRAND Originally published in 1922 in Western Story Magazine under the title of THREE WHO PAID, written under the pseudonym of George Owen Baxter, and subsequently in book form under the title THE RANGELAND AVENGER in 1924. 1 Of the four men, Hal Sinclair was the vital spirit. In the actual labor of mining, the mighty arms and tireless back Of Quade had been a treasure. For knowledge of camping, hunting, cooking, and all the lore of the trail, Lowrie stood as a valuable resource; and Sandersen was the dreamy, resolute spirit, who had hoped for gold in those mountains until he came to believe his hope. He had gathered these three stalwarts to help him to his purpose, and if he lived he would lead yet others to failure. Hope never died in this tall, gaunt man, with a pale-blue eye the color of the horizon dusted with the first morning mist. He was the very spirit of lost causes, full of apprehensions, foreboding, superstitions. A hunch might make him journey five hundred miles; a snort of his horse could make him give up the trail and turn back. But Hal Sinclair was the antidote for Sandersen. He was still a boy at thirty—big, handsome, thoughtless, with a heart as clean as new snow. His throat was so parched by that day's ride that he dared not open his lips to sing, as he usually did. He compromised by humming songs new and old, and when his companions cursed his noise, he contented himself with talking softly to his horse, amply rewarded when the pony occasionally lifted a tired ear to the familiar voice. Failure and fear were the blight on the spirit of the rest. They had found no gold worth looking at twice, and, lingering too long in the search, they had rashly turned back on a shortcut across the desert. Two days before, the blow had fallen. They found Sawyer's water hole nearly dry, just a little pool in the center, with caked, dead mud all around it. They drained that water dry and struck on. Since then the water famine had gained a hold on them; another water hole had not a drop in it. Now they could only aim at the cool, blue mockery of the mountains before them, praying that the ponies would last to the foothills. Still Hal Sinclair could sing softly to his horse and to himself; and, though his companions cursed his singing, they blessed him for it in their hearts. Otherwise the white, listening silence of the desert would have crushed them; otherwise the lure of the mountains would have maddened them and made them push on until the horses would have died within five miles of the labor; otherwise the pain in their slowly swelling throats would have taken their reason. For thirst in the desert carries the pangs of several deaths—death from fire, suffocation, and insanity. No wonder the three scowled at Hal Sinclair when he drew his revolver. "My horse is gun-shy," he said, "but I'll bet the rest of you I can drill a horn off that skull before you do." Of course it was a foolish challenge. Lowrie was the gun expert of the party. Indeed he had reached that dangerous point of efficiency with firearms where a man is apt to reach for his gun to decide an argument. Now Lowrie followed the direction of Sinclair's gesture. It was the skull of a steer, with enormous branching horns. The rest of the skeleton was sinking into the sands. "Don't talk fool talk," said Lowrie. "Save your wind and your ammunition. You may need 'em for yourself, son!" That grim suggestion made Sandersen and Quade shudder. But a grin spread on the broad, ugly face of Lowrie, and Sinclair merely shrugged his shoulders. "I'll try you for a dollar." "Nope." "Five dollars?" "Nope." "You're afraid to try, Lowrie!" It was a smiling challenge, but Lowrie flushed. He had a childish pride in his skill with weapons. "All right, kid. Get ready!" He brought a Colt smoothly into his hand and balanced it dexterously, swinging it back and forth between his eyes and the target to make ready for a snap shot. "Ready!" cried Hal Sinclair excitedly. Lowrie's gun spoke first, and it was the only one that was fired, for Sinclair's horse was gun-shy indeed. At the explosion he pitched straight into the air with a squeal of mustang fright and came down bucking. The others forgot to look for the results of Lowrie's shot. They reined their horses away from the pitching broncho disgustedly. Sinclair was a fool to use up the last of his mustang's strength in this manner. But Hal Sinclair had forgotten the journey ahead. He was rioting in the new excitement cheering the broncho to new exertions. And it was in the midst of that flurry of action that the great blow fell. The horse stuck his right forefoot into a hole. To the eyes of the others it seemed to happen slowly. The mustang was halted in the midst of a leap, tugged at a leg that seemed glued to the ground, and then buckled suddenly and collapsed on one side. They heard that awful, muffled sound of splintering bone and then the scream of the tortured horse. But they gave no heed to that. Hal Sinclair in the fall had been pinned beneath his mount. The huge strength of Quade sufficed to budge the writhing mustang. Lowrie and Sandersen drew Sinclair's pinioned right leg clear and stretched him on the sand. It was Lowrie who shot the horse. "You've done a brown turn," said Sandersen fiercely to the prostrate figure of Sinclair. "Four men and three hosses. A fine partner you are, Sinclair!" "Shut up," said Hal. "Do something for that foot of mine." Lowrie cut the boot away dexterously and turned out the foot. It was painfully twisted to one side and lay limp on the sand. "Do something!" said Sinclair, groaning. The three looked at him, at the dead horse, at the white-hot desert, at the distant, blue mountains. "What the devil can we do? You've spoiled all our chances, Sinclair." "Ride on then and forget me! But tie up that foot before you go. I can't stand it!" Silently, with ugly looks, they obeyed. Secretly every one of the three was saying to himself that this folly of Sinclair's had ruined all their chances of getting
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